Your Disciples Are Truly Precious, Randeng! Even Knowing It Was a Trap, You Still Had to Swallow It! Trapping Randeng Again!

After finishing all this.

Guangchengzi sat where he was, calmly sipping tea.

As for Daoist Randeng, now the only one left, Guangchengzi said nothing more to him and instead smiled. "Since Uncle-Master does not wish to go to the battlefield or contribute to our Chan Sect, then Uncle-Master should return."

"Go back to your Spirit Vulture Mountain."

"After returning, remember to shut your mountain gate tightly. Do not appear in the Primordial Wilderness again."

"Otherwise, if I find out..."

"Hehe."

That laugh carried a trace of coldness and viciousness.

It made Daoist Randeng frown deeply. He said, "Nephew, you jest. I never said I would not contribute to the Chan Sect."

"I will head to West Qi now and assist Jiang Ziya in the Conquest of Zhou."

All the Personal Disciples had been sent to the battlefield. How could he, as their master, not worry?

"Hm?"

Guangchengzi's tone changed. "Uncle-Master, what do you mean by that? Could it be that you are toying with me?"

"You clearly did not want to go just now, so why do you suddenly want to head to West Qi? What exactly do you mean?"

The atmosphere abruptly changed.

Guangchengzi's gaze became sharp. Seated in a Saint's position, he—

possessed an overwhelming presence.

It left Daoist Randeng somewhat short of breath.

Just as he was about to say something, Guangchengzi shouted, "Uncle-Master Randeng, I respected you enough to call you Uncle-Master, but your actions now have greatly disappointed me!"

"With the Tribulation of Calamity upon us, you still harbor selfish motives."

"Could it be that you harbor thoughts of betraying the sect?!"

Once those words were spoken, Daoist Randeng naturally could not admit to it and could only hurriedly explain.

Yet Juliusun and the others within Jade Void Palace—

also seized this opportunity.

The three